[shadow=#292c2e,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]oh, you seemed so happy to everybody you knew
She didn't know what it meant.
When Georgia's voice drifted over the ever-present surf and burrowed into Paola's senses, she'd felt something chill deep within her. She had shivered and trembled, figured it to be nothing more than the wind, then followed the haunting sound until she found her friend and a small audience of onlookers. For a long moment, Paola was entranced, hiding only slightly out-of-sight and uncharacteristically speechless, until the song came to an end, heralded with praise.
Paola stayed silent, however, and continued shyly glancing at the back of Georgia's head, the only thing she could see from where she stood behind her. Something burned painfully in her chest but she hardly knew what they were other than that they were pillars of fire, rising up in stark contrasts, writhing into an unfathomable mess that she couldn't even begin to unravel. She could hardly tell where one ended and the other began.
On top of it all, the underlying concern for her friend continued to burn. Paola didn't know a lot about people. For most of her life, she'd been alone, faced only with opposition—now she cared for plenty, and she didn't know what to do with that. Georgia had been her first friend in the Typhoon, and yet she didn't know how to help, or if Georgia even wanted or needed her help. Georgia was going through so much, too much, but what could Paola do? She didn't know. She didn't know and she was angry at herself, angry that she didn't know anything, couldn't do anything, couldn't say anything—
She couldn't say anything except, "Gotta agree, Geo; your voice, man, that was probably the nicest thing I've ever heard in my life. Sweep me off my feet, why don't you?" When she finally came into view, she'd pushed her anxiety aside in favor of a familiar, bright grin unfurling across her muzzle. She took a seat not far from the gathered group and blinked kindly at Michael and Suitekit before turning back to Geo and offering her a playful look. "Really. I mean it, no joke. It was very lovely."
[table][tr][td]When Georgia's voice drifted over the ever-present surf and burrowed into Paola's senses, she'd felt something chill deep within her. She had shivered and trembled, figured it to be nothing more than the wind, then followed the haunting sound until she found her friend and a small audience of onlookers. For a long moment, Paola was entranced, hiding only slightly out-of-sight and uncharacteristically speechless, until the song came to an end, heralded with praise.
Paola stayed silent, however, and continued shyly glancing at the back of Georgia's head, the only thing she could see from where she stood behind her. Something burned painfully in her chest but she hardly knew what they were other than that they were pillars of fire, rising up in stark contrasts, writhing into an unfathomable mess that she couldn't even begin to unravel. She could hardly tell where one ended and the other began.
On top of it all, the underlying concern for her friend continued to burn. Paola didn't know a lot about people. For most of her life, she'd been alone, faced only with opposition—now she cared for plenty, and she didn't know what to do with that. Georgia had been her first friend in the Typhoon, and yet she didn't know how to help, or if Georgia even wanted or needed her help. Georgia was going through so much, too much, but what could Paola do? She didn't know. She didn't know and she was angry at herself, angry that she didn't know anything, couldn't do anything, couldn't say anything—
She couldn't say anything except, "Gotta agree, Geo; your voice, man, that was probably the nicest thing I've ever heard in my life. Sweep me off my feet, why don't you?" When she finally came into view, she'd pushed her anxiety aside in favor of a familiar, bright grin unfurling across her muzzle. She took a seat not far from the gathered group and blinked kindly at Michael and Suitekit before turning back to Geo and offering her a playful look. "Really. I mean it, no joke. It was very lovely."
10 MOONS
[/td][td]BETA
[/td][td]TYPHOON
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table][spoiler=I WON'T STOP FEELING THE WEIGHT OF MY WORLD]
GENERAL.
• paola vasquez | paola, pao | click here for bio
• unknown origin | unknown birthplace
• appears to be 10 or 11 moons | unknown parentage
• female | she/her | lesbian
• the typhoon | beta | the blackjack rats
APPEARANCE.
• thick-furred black smoke norwegian forest cat with an absurdly long tail
• wears multiple gold earrings on each ear
• wears the typhoon's required charm bracelet
• carries a small leather satchel filled with trinkets
• physically fit, no injuries, no visible health issues
PERSONALITY.
• non-judgemental, friendly; easy to get along with; relaxed, patient, sincere; can usually be encouraged to accompany people without struggle; usually in a happy mood
• strategic but takes her time; unwilling to make decisions for other people; unbothered by both isolation and company; an anything-goes type of person
• usually undriven and bored; self-criticizing, self-doubting; mischievous and does a lot of things for attention; lonely and desperately craves company; lost
INTERACTIONS.
• physically moderate | mentally difficult
• fights only when necessary or playfully
• hard to truly provoke | easy to calm down
• fire, water, and electricity elementals | conjuration
• non-violent interactions are always allowed
• attack in bolded #a3b5c2 text | mention [member=15708]PAOLA[/member]
[/spoiler]• paola vasquez | paola, pao | click here for bio
• unknown origin | unknown birthplace
• appears to be 10 or 11 moons | unknown parentage
• female | she/her | lesbian
• the typhoon | beta | the blackjack rats
APPEARANCE.
• thick-furred black smoke norwegian forest cat with an absurdly long tail
• wears multiple gold earrings on each ear
• wears the typhoon's required charm bracelet
• carries a small leather satchel filled with trinkets
• physically fit, no injuries, no visible health issues
PERSONALITY.
• non-judgemental, friendly; easy to get along with; relaxed, patient, sincere; can usually be encouraged to accompany people without struggle; usually in a happy mood
• strategic but takes her time; unwilling to make decisions for other people; unbothered by both isolation and company; an anything-goes type of person
• usually undriven and bored; self-criticizing, self-doubting; mischievous and does a lot of things for attention; lonely and desperately craves company; lost
INTERACTIONS.
• physically moderate | mentally difficult
• fights only when necessary or playfully
• hard to truly provoke | easy to calm down
• fire, water, and electricity elementals | conjuration
• non-violent interactions are always allowed
• attack in bolded #a3b5c2 text | mention [member=15708]PAOLA[/member]